Every day seems the same.

But that’s okay,

I want it that way.

Routine prevents disarray.

We’ve all seen me in disarray,

It’s not a pretty sight.

The days are short, and I long for them to be over.

I wish they were longer nonetheless.

Extended days means extended pain means extended time.

So everything’s frozen,

Keep it that way.

New change in schedule?

Uh oh,

Brace yourselves,

It’s about to get bad again.